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the German emigrant ! Ask a German, who is 

 travelling into the interior from one of the seaports, 

 "V^^here are you going ? and the answer will invariably 

 be — to Cincinnati. And what will he find there ? On 

 my arrival every house was full of people looking out 

 for work, and who would willingly have taken any 

 wages that were offered them, though only enough to 

 keep body and soul together. Among others, I met 

 with a man who had written to his brother to come 

 over to him, as this was the land where roasted pigeons 

 flew into men's mouths. And as a proof of it, he 

 referred to himself: a few years ago he had emigrated 

 without a farthing, and now kept an hotel and coffee- 

 house. In point of fact, it was true ; he had indeed, an 

 hotel and coffee-house ; but what does that mean in Amer- 

 ica ? Every hovel with one room large enough for five or 

 six double beds, where a dozen people are fed three times 

 a day for from two-and-a-quarter to two-and-a-half 

 dollars a week each, is called aii hotel. Coffee-house 

 is a name for any place where two or three bottles 

 are stuck in the window, while the name of the owner 

 is proudly painted over the door as coffee-house keeper. 

 The poor German, deceived by these exalted titles, 

 came over to his brother, and found liim, in spite of 

 hotel and coffee-house, in a miserable condition, and 

 hardly able to maintain himself. Several similar cases 

 occurred during the time of my residence. 



There are a great number of Germans in Cincinnati, 

 particularly in the upper town across the canal, which, 

 on that account, is often called Little Germany by the 

 Americans. Unfortunately, my beloved countrymen 

 are not celebrated for cleanliness and good conduct. 



